Page 28 of Close Contact
His thrust inside me was fast and hard, sending shockwaves of pleasure and pain through my body as I stretched around his cock. I cried out in surprise, my hands grasping the bedsheets. His next thrust was even deeper, so fucking deep it hurt in the best way as he continued his relentless pace.
“You like that?” he whispered into my ear before biting my shoulder, the pain so fucking good, so punishing. His tongue lashed out to soothe the bites, and I shuttered against him. “You want it rough? You want to feel me deep inside you, filling you up?”
“Yes,” I whimpered, rocking my hips to meet him thrust for thrust, not caring about the pain. “Ouais, ouais, ouais.”
Callum chuckled darkly before he sat up, one hand moving under us to rub my clit in circles, and my pussy convulsed around him. That ache inside me was building, rising to the surface quickly. A single finger trailed my crack, followed by a drop of liquid. I tossed my hair over my shoulder to see him spitting, and he glanced up at me, meeting me with a look so dark and feral that I barely recognized him.
Holy. Shit.
If he ever looked at me like that in public, my panties would drop then and there and we’d be making a movie for the world to see.
All thought went out the window when I watched him press a finger into my ass, and all the sensations—his cock hitting my cervix, the stimulation to my clit, and now this—sent me overthe edge. My body tightened everywhere before my orgasm tore through me.
“Look at you, you filthy girl, taking me so well. I can feel you all around me. Do you know how addicting this feeling is?”
I fought to catch my breath as I recovered, but he dragged it out with his ruthless thrusts. Stars spun in my vision when he removed his fingers from my ass, his hand sliding up my spine before pressing down between my shoulder blades until I was face down in the sheets. His pace slowed as he focused more on deep thrusts, the new angle stealing my breath.
“So pretty when you come like that, all wild and desperate.” He leaned down and nipped at my earlobe. “Scream if you want to. No one’s around to hear you but me.”
My voice caught in my throat at the thought, but I couldn’t hold it back. The pleasure building inside me was too intense until it burst forth as a scream that echoed through the room.
“That’s right,” Callum growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Scream for me, love. Let me hear how I ruin you—the way you fucking ruin me.”
The screams escaped my throat, each one fervent and passionate, as he pounded into me with a renewed intensity. My body shook with each surge of pleasure until finally, I felt him tense behind me. “I’m going to come,” he warned, his breath ragged in my ear.
I had never experienced anything quite like this before—the intensity of his possession, the frenzied desperation that coursed through us both. How he could make me feel so alive, so wanted, and yet so vulnerable. It was a heady mix of emotions, one that I was quickly becoming addicted to.
And then, just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he let out a low, animalistic moan and thrust deep inside me one last time, his release flooding the condom as he murmured my name like a prayer. His entire body shuddered, muscles tremblingfrom the force of it, and then he dropped, his chest pressing against my back, his weight pinning me to the bed as he tried to catch his breath. One of his arms curled instinctively around my waist, the other braced weakly beside my head, holding us both steady as he buried his face into the curve of my neck.
We stayed there for several moments, panting heavily, our hearts racing in unison. I felt boneless beneath him, so content and yet so alive. It felt like two halves finally joining to create a whole.
When he slowly pulled out of me, he turned me onto my side and wrapped his arms around me. His breath was still labored, and I could feel his heart thudding against my back. We stayed like that for a while, just savoring the aftermath.
“I didn’t mean to tear your underwear like that. I was caught up in the moment,” he muttered after a moment of silence.
I couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of me. “It was a bit much, wasn’t it?”
He chuckled, but before he could respond, his phone blared with an alarm. It cut the silence like a blade, shattering the fragile bubble we’d built in the early morning hours. Callum groaned, reaching to silence it, and I felt the loss of his warmth instantly. As I sat up, pulling the covers around me, the weight of the last day hit me.
I didn’t regret it. But I couldn’t ignore the questions swirling in my mind—about what this meant, about the risks we’d taken, about what came next. For now, I shoved them aside, burying them under the armor I’d spent years perfecting. Because in the paddock, I couldn’t afford to be vulnerable. Not with the whole world watching.
The soundof Aurélie scrambling from my bed drew me back to the present. I watched, propped up on an elbow, as she darted about the room, her movements quick and frantic. Her hair was a tousled mess, cascades of golden waves tumbling over her shoulders, and despite the chaos, it was impossible not to be entranced by her frantic energy.
“Merde,” she cursed under her breath, her French accent thicker with stress as she looked around the room, her fingers combing through her locks in frustration. “Ijustrealized I didn’t bring a single piece of clothing. How could I be so?—”
“Not sure what good these will do for you now,” I teased, holding up the pink lace that had been the last barrier between us.
Her head snapped towards me, eyes wide and cheeks flushed with a mix of irritation and embarrassment. “Callum, that’s not funny!” she snapped, yanking open one of my dresser drawers topull out a pair of boxer briefs. “I just can’t believe I didn’t even think about needing stuff for today. I was so… so?—”
“Careless?” I supplied the word, my voice low and thick with amusement. My gaze followed the curve of her waist as she bent to peer under the bed, the morning light casting her in a glow that softened the hard lines of competition between us. Her ass was bright red with my handprints, and holy fuck, that was ridiculously sexy.
“Non, not careless,” she snapped back, straightening up with the shirt she’d worn to bed and shooting me a glare that could ignite the sun. Her eyes, usually sharp as daggers, were wide with the wildness of the moment. “Just… not prepared for this.”
“Isn’t that practically your mantra? ‘Always be prepared,’” I teased, the words rolling off my tongue like velvet. I was utterly unable to tear my gaze away from the sight of her in such disarray. It was captivating, the way she tried to marshal control over the situation, over herself.
Aurélie’s hands planted on her hips as she faced me—completely, unashamedly naked, as if she hadn’t just turned my entire world inside out ten minutes ago.
“This is different, Fraser.” Her accent twisted around my name, turning it into something more intimate than it had any right to be.
